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Training Day
Dolemeck was a bit excited about today. He would finally start training in the Danger room with his telekinetic powers. Not just that, but he would also be training with Ilya. Since his arrival, the two formed a unique bond which enabled them both to open about their lives and problems. This made Dolemeck less anxious around the mansion and in class. He was coming off as more relaxed and mature.
The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.
"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.
The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.
"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.
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Everything is unfamiliar territory. It feels good to have said something because that opened up the door to him that there are options and he's not alone. But he would be pushing himself not to bolt from a support group the second he got in the door. (Remarkably, two teenage boys did not form a great psychological treatment plan in one conversation.) He's still unclear on what his options really are and part of him feels like maybe he shouldn't have said anything, maybe it would've been better if he'd kept his mouth shut. Dolemeck and the Headmistress are already looking at him differently - what if they start thinking of him as just weak, broken little Ilya? Can they really still respect him knowing what happened?
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If he can just figure out how the feeling of being cold all the time and how the dreams of ice tie into things, maybe he can be normal. Maybe they can fix what's wrong with him. It's small, but it's a spark of hope, and he needs that right now, needs something to help him believe in a better future.
"You're really okay with taking time out just for someone like me? I mean, I'm..." Ilya doesn't finish that sentence, unknowingly broadcasting the end of it in his voice, body language and mind: 'I'm not worth it; I'm no one'.
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"Your one of my students now. One of my priorities is making sure you get the education and help you deserve. Which is much more than you let yourself believe." She quirked an eyebrow to let him know she keeps catching what he broadcasts. "You are someone, Ilya. You're a student here, a survivor of unimaginable hardships, and a young man with a wide-open future ahead of him."
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He winced, not realizing until then she'd caught what he thought. Normally he was terrible at projecting thoughts; she was just good enough at catching them to make up for it. It's an unfamiliar sensation. "Sorry. I know things have changed and people look at me differently here. It's just that to me, being second-class was part of life, and it doesn't feel like it was that long ago."
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She looked at him, patiently waiting for an answer. Whatever answer he thought to give or actually gave.
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"Everyone who comes to Xavier's has their own unique set of circumstances. When you meet your roommate, just explain the situation and that you're going to work on lessening the nighttime disruptions. You'll run into more sympathy than bother if you're up front about it."
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Thank God he's Russian and doesn't do physical displays of affection, or he almost feels like he would hug her. Which would just be weird for everyone involved - aaaand she probably just heard that. Instinctively, he bit down on his lip. The habit had been there long before his mutation had; it was just a thing in his family.
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"We'll pretend the mental Russian hug didn't happen," she said with a slight smile. "You can go now, Ilya. Enjoy the rest of your day. You did well in here."
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But he honestly didn't want to wake him up. He just looked so peaceful. Like a baby reindeer - aaand that was another reason to learn how to shield his thoughts right there, because there were certain comparisons that just weren't manly in any century.